Wild Horses

I sit in my stall day after day
remembering how I use to
be wild an free running with
my brothers and sisters on
the prairie with the wind in
my mane an dust in the air

Running the trails with nobody
near all the sudden a rope
came from no were I pulled
an tugged to get away but
couldn't a scape this treachery.

The next thing I know, I was
lead away to the place I am
today. This is my story of my
misery, oh how I miss being
wild and free.

How I wish , I was still wild and
free living with my family on the
prairie, with the wind in my mane
and the dust in the air. Running
the trails like there is no tomorrow.
There is no life like a wild mustang's.

BY:Jaimie V.Petree